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Well That Didn’t Happen

I didn’t meet my goal of eating normally this weekend. Everything was going great until Sunday around 5 pm. Then…

Massive failure. I’m still not really sure what happened. I ate a good breakfast, a healthy lunch, and had even just eaten a snack. For some unknown reason, I was still hungry. Really really hungry. So hungry that I completely panicked and decided I need to eat not just more but a TON more.

Small but relevant tangent: My blood tests came back Friday from my arthritis doctor showing that wheat had a negligible effect on my inflammation. I feel better, but there really wasn’t much change. So, I decided that I could bring graham crackers back in my life because eating them with an apple and some peanut butter really improves my life around 3 pm on the average weekday. So, in anticipation of this, I had an entire box hanging out in my pantry just waiting to be carried to work this week.

So, instead of eating a few to satisfy my hunger, I ate most of them.  And many many graham crackers and a shameful amount of peanut butter later, I was finally full. And pissed. Why didn’t I just eat dinner earlier if I was so hungry? It’s not like I couldn’t eat more later that evening if I was hungry again. Additionally, what are the consequences for being hungry for an hour? I certainly wasn’t going to die from it.

I’m just so frustrated because I cannot fathom what came over me. I had been eating well, but not under-eating where I should have had uncontrollable hunger rage like that. Furthermore, hunger is a part of life. I get hungry at work all the time and yet I still manage to eat a perfectly normal snack or meal to satisfy it. Sometimes, I even go for hours being hungry because it’s not the opportune time or place to eat AND I SURVIVE TO TELL THE TALE OF IT.

It’s just weird, I can’t understand why I made that decision. They’re graham crackers, they aren’t even that delicious. If I had had some fantastic meal then I wouldn’t even care, but to waste all of that effort and hard work on a thousand freaking sheets of slightly sweetened cardboard is completely confounding. WHY CELY WHY!!!

Oh well, moving on. I did exercise each day which was pretty exciting (it wasn’t, but sometimes I lie to myself). On Saturday, I was supposed to go to Pilates, but when I arrived our instructor surprised us with a barre class instead.  Barre means ballet stuff. I was not excited as I do not appreciate surprises and it turned out to be exactly as awful as I imagined it to be.

Thankfully, I wasn’t the only person horrified by they change as one lady very loudly said the “F*CK!!” If our instructor pulls that surprise crap again I’m going to snap her tiny body in two. Spending sixty minutes in basically the plié position is not my idea of a good time. I was shaking so much I thought I was going to rip the bar from the wall.

So, in conclusion, I am fully carb-loaded for my super gruesome week of sitting at my desk and I hate ballet.


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More Dallas-ing

On Sunday morning I woke up and put on my running clothes. Unfortunately, when I looked out the window to check the weather, I noticed that there was the little ol’ White Rock Marathon happening right out front.


I didn’t want to get tangled up in that mess, so I put my robe back on and got some breakfast. If you run it in the future, stay at the Omni because it begins and ends right in front of the hotel.  I felt so smug and self-satisfied that I wasn’t running it. It was really enjoyable to watch that while eating muffins. I may never race again.

The rest of Sunday was spent at the conference learning about all the billions of ways we could lose our accreditation. Not scary at all. I did attend a great session on teaching evaluations by Virginia Tech and another one on undergraduate program review that was pretty fantastic. I was pretty excited that there was only one session that made me want to slit my wrists and that my name was spelled properly this year.


Please do your future children a favor and name them something normal that is easy to spell. It will save them a lot of frustration and time spent loudly enunciating and repeating letters.

Anyway, after a long day of conferencing, we we all went out to dinner together as a big happy academic family to the super fancy SER Steak + Spirits at the top of the Hilton Anatole.


You know it’s fancy when the menu is without prices and your tab for a single beer is $24. My co-worker peeled me off the floor and I drank that damn beer. Every last drop. I don’t really enjoy eating at really fancy places. It always takes like four hours and the servings are tiny and you have to be kind of quiet. I am not quiet. But when the (university) president tells you that you are going to dinner, you go to dinner and try very hard not laugh like a choking donkey.

Ordering was nerve-racking because, like I said, NO PRICES.  I am constantly freaked out about forgetting a receipt or buying booze with the wrong card and spending the rest of my life blogging on my imaginary computer about the gross macaroni in prison because I misused state funds. Thankfully, I survived and had some incredible macaroni and a steak so tender that I didn’t even need my teeth for it. We even had a piece of chocolate cake infused with green tea. I’m sure that cost about $900. Thankfully, our president and provost very generously picked up the tab. It’s a good thing too because my check was surely about three times what I’m allotted for my daily meal allowance and I don’t have a credit card with that high of a limit.

After dinner, I passed out in my hotel room and tried not to die from pure joy. When I woke up from my fatty slumber, I was thrilled to find that it had SNOWED overnight. For real. Real live snow. See:


I didn’t say it was a lot of snow, but I haven’t woken up in Texas with snow in years and years. It was also legitimately cold.


Feels like 20. Amazing. There was only one thing to do, hop in my fluffy robe and get room service like a proper rich person.


The little miniature ketchup and jellies just about killed me with their tiny cuteness. I took them home with me. Gonna have a little tiny breakfast party one day. I’m pretty sure room service is the most fantastically indulgent thing I’ve ever experienced. A man brought me food, set it up for me, then came back, and took it away when I was finished. I didn’t have to do dishes. Best thing ever.

After breakfast I headed back to the conference for day two. Listened to a hundred more ways to ruin our accreditation and took a lunch break at the Omni.


According to our waiter, they get 95% of their ingredients from farms and ranches within 200 miles. This is supposed to be impressive. Anyway, we wanted something low-cal, so we ordered a pizza.


So delicious. Post-pizza we learned and feared for our lives (maintaining university accreditation can be fraught with terrifying situations) through the rest of the afternoon and then took some pictures in front of the giant holiday balls.



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Ten Miles

Today has been awesome. I woke up at 12:45 after I went to bed at 11. Then I had some oatmeal, an apple, and some almond butter:

I rarely get to spend a weekend home alone doing nothing. I LOVE IT. Just me and Chubby Nabisco:

 Just laying around being chubby and catching up on Survivor and Jersey Shore.  Later I’m going to hit up a movie at the dollar theater (yay for ghetto theaters where you might get stabbed, but only pay $1 for the opportunity!) and see this:

It might be awful but I don’t really care. Then I’m going to come, spaghetti up, and hit the road for 10 miles. Yay last long run until the half marathon!! This week has kind of been a wash running wise. I didn’t make running a priority and i’m okay with that, I had much bigger fish to fry. I also realized I hadn’t changed my month over in my monthly calorie count:

Mmmmmm gee wonder why I didn’t loose any weight last month? Let’s break down the black:

First Weekend: Boyfriend’s sister’s wedding, lots of a great food, friends, and booze.

Second Weekend: Texas State Fair. Um…. that explains itself.

Third Weekend: Stayed in Corpus and Mrs. O’Crazy came to town. Lots of cheese, wine and pumpkin ale. Then B came to town and the food fest continued.

The First Mid-Week Black Wednesday Binge: Party at the Advertising Nurse’s casa

Fourth Weekend: Fredericksburg Food & Wine Festival

Second Mid-Week Black Wednesday Binge at the Advertising Nurse’s casa:

We had about 8 plates of poor people’s bruschetta on town crackers and without basil. Then seafood followed by me finishing off the cookie dough tube I didn’t finsih the Wednesday before.

Fifth Weekend: Halloween and Wurstfest. Holiday on top of a festival. Dangerous times two.

So apparently in the land of math, binge eating 3-4 days a week cannot be counteracted by 3 days of good eating and exercise. Mmmmmm going to have to work on that!

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